non-lucid

I am in some sort of research station in Antarctica and then someone performs a monologue about the importance of community and leadership. It happens kind of in third person. Then someone praises a teacher for encouraging their students and keeping them entertained in such a remote part of the world. They suggest he often organises rap contests for the kids. Suddenly I am free-styling over a beat and I'm actually doing it with more skill in my dream than I could in real life.

I walk around in my room and once I kick a towel a cockroach scurries out. I recoil, and it is half squishes and a little gooey. Then I think I try freestyling again.

I am watching Twitch and for some reason the streamer starts roasting me. He pulls up my LoL account and mocks me for, I think, firstly, maining graves, and secondly being 'low elo'. I try to protest that gold elo isn't actually that bad but he eventually blocks me.

Originally I was hesitant about publishing a dream of this nature; especially in such depth, but eventually the philosophy that dream journaling is most effective when done in detail governed my decision to proceed. The girl in question in my dream was once my girlfriend, but is now just a dear friend of mine.

I am in her room for some reason, and she stares intensely at me and tells me there’s something she wants to disclose. I smile and nod in encouragement. It’s difficult for her to reveal what she wants to say at first, and so she spends several moments blushing and breaking her eye contact with me by glancing at the floor. I insist that she can tell me, but she is still too shy, and thus I must reassure her by pointing out how close we are. She asks me if I can recall a particular sexual experience we had when we were dating back in high school. I laugh and tell her that she’ll have to be more specific. She asks if I remember the time we were in her room sitting on the floor and making out. She was pressed with her back against the door to prevent her parents from walking in. She bites her lip and asks if I remember how roughly I had groped her body, and how I had forcefully slid my hand down her pants. I look into her eyes and nod. My eyes roam elsewhere, but still on the plane of her body. She asks why it was only a once off occurrence, and why we never did anything similar involving that power dynamic for the rest of the time we dated. I shrug remorsefully and I am at a legitimate loss for words. The question hits me with considerable weight, and I feel a sense of disappointment wash over me when I reflect over all the missed opportunities. “I really don’t even have an answer to that” I say as I stare into her doe-like eyes. She giggles. “I loved it, it was so exciting”. I reciprocate her laughter, “I know”, I tease, “I remember you telling me how much you liked it at the time”.

She blushes, and then: “Listen, I’ve been thinking about how I’ve never really had the chance to properly experience anything like that since we broke up”. I nod enthusiastically in agreement. “I completely understand where you’re coming from, I am in the exact same boat.” She stares at me with burning intensity. “I want you to make me feel like you did all those years ago.” I do not protest. We have a lengthy discussion detailing our various kinks and desires. We start off experimenting with ways in which she would like to be referred to. It’s fun and games initially as we roll through the list of potential candidates. “Whore, slut, princess”, etc. They are hit and miss. Some she likes, some she doesn’t. We roll around in laughter at some of her suggestions and some of my suggestions. Eventually though, the laughter subsides, and I notice that she is legitimately getting turned on from some of the names. We decide together on a suitable variety of options, and then we decided to move on. She asks me what’s next. I ask her whether she’s been a good girl or a bad girl. She grins and says she’s been bad. I tell her to lay over my lap. Seeing we are on separate ends of her bed, initially she begins to simply shuffle over. I shake my head and tell her to go back to her side of the bed, and crawl over to me instead. She nods obediently. “Yes, sir.”

Once she is within reaching distance I grab her and pull her roughly the rest of the way until she is perched across my lap. She moans. I am veritably astonished by how much she seems to enjoy being controlled. I run my hand up and down her bare legs, and ask her what she deserves. She tells me she deserves a spanking. I agree: “very good, that’s right.” I fold her skirt over her waist, revealing her perfect ass. My hand roams around the lower half of her body, teasing her. I come dangerously close to her pleasure zone several times, and I can feel her rocking on my lap, subtly begging to be touched there. I shake my head “you really are a bad girl.” She is denied such a luxury. I get to work and begin spanking her until I decide she has had enough. I can literally feel the warmth and wetness of her radiating outwards towards my hand. I trace my finger up and down underwear for several minutes, until it seems as if she may potentially go insane from the teasing. She wants it so badly.
Finally, she is begging for it. “Please”, she moans. I pull her up by her hair towards me, so that my lips are at her ear, and say something I will refrain from writing down. I slide her underwear down her legs, and momentarily consider shoving her panties in her mouth, but decide against it because of how much I like hearing her moan. I struggle to comprehend how wet she is. I slide my finger inside of her slowly. I delicately brush past her clit while I am penetrating her with my finger, but only so that it is just barely perceptible. I repeat this process until she is on the brink of an orgasm, and then stop. “Please” she begs, practically crying out of lust and frustration. “You’re going to have to work for it – show me that you can be a good girl instead of a bad girl.” She agrees, “Yes sir.” It’s not as if she has any real choice in the matter. I sit up against the wall positioned next to her bed, and motion for her to come to me. “Come here baby.” She crawls over, just like she’s been taught. She is learning. I call her a good girl, approvingly. I kiss her deeply. I trace my finger around her lips, and she opens her mouth immediately and takes in my finger, sucking desperately. I remove my finger and shake my head. I chastise her: “don’t be greedy”.

I figure I might be acting a little hard on her, so I decide to indulge the girl and provide her with a reward. I remove all her clothes and become momentarily mesmerised by her striking beauty. I tell her to kneel on the floor for me. She wastes no time. Without the need for encouragement she unzips my pants. Her evident lust for it turns me on immensely, I love how badly she wants it. I instruct her to stick her tongue out. I stay there for a while just watching. “PLEASE” she begs, with her big brown eyes. I oblige, and eventually I am crammed into her mouth. She makes vivid noises of delight.

Eventually I order her to drape herself over the table, and present herself to me. I eagerly walk over and insert myself inside of her, and become overwhelmed with the sensation. We try several things that she told me she wanted earlier. I hold her hands behind her back, pull her hair, etc. I feel very fulfilled about how happy she seems. The physical sensation is rewarding, but what I find even more wholesome is listening to her moans of pleasure. Eventually I tell her I’m going to come, and she insists that it be inside of her. (Her actual phrase was a bit more explicit, but I’m trying to keep this journal RELATIVELY clean.) I wake up.

I'm at my house, when Laura's mum comes in with laura. I ask what she's doing, and they say they're cancelling her birthday party. "Why?!" I ask. "It's all messed up, everyone wants to go, and people hate each other and everything, it's going to be a disaster." Laura says. I really want to go though, so I try to convince her that she should still have it. "That's crazy!" I say "You can still have it on..."
Laura shakes her head, and points to all the presents on the table. "I'm going to have to give them back." I no longer see the point in protesting, so I tell her she can open mine. She smiles, and takes a sqaure parcel wrapped in christmas paper. (Not in birthday wrapping) For some reason I can't remember what it is, so I'm anxious as she begins to unwrap it. She pulls out a book with a polar bear on it that says "Ages five and below" I want to crawl under a rock...
Laura's mum was watching as well.. and she gives me a dirty look. Laura pretends to like it though, and I decide to change the topic before anything worse can happen. "Can we at least just hang out? Rather than have a birthday party?" She seems to think this is a better idea and nods in agreement. Suddenly, we're in a car, driving towards an unknown destination. We're in a dark street in the night time, with no one else around and only the occasional dull street light attempting to illuminate the darkness. Laura, is driving, and reading a text at the same time, so I lean over concerned, because I know my best friend is extremely cautious and safe, and would only be reading a text while driving if it was of the upmost importance. Nope, just her boyfriend. She gets another text however, and it says "I know where you are, I'm watching you, you're next." We both freak out, looking around for someone "watching us." I want to get away from here as fast as possible, so when laura begins to slow for a red light I shout "Go through, go through!!!" She does what I say, and I look around for cops, none. "I was only joking" I lie, so laura doesn't call me a whimp. She gives me a look, and rolls her eyes. Just like she does so much in real life..
Because food is generally our number one priority, we both decide to go eat somewhere. We find a block of multiple fast food restraunts, and restraunts. To the right is things like, hungry jacks, kfc, mcdonalds. And to the left is all these classy restraunts. I'm praying she turns right, because I can pretty much taste the chicken, but of course, being the classy person she is, she pulls into a parking space on the left side. We both get out, and walk to a restraunt that looks the best. It turns out there's absolutely nothing there I eat, being more of a steak, fish, burger kind of person. Laura shrugs, and I ask the lady what she recommends. "We do a nice bacon and egg sandwhich" That's more like it I think...
"I'll take that I say." I look around, to find laura gone. I wake up.

So, I've lost a bit of detail, mainly because my cousin is a @!#$% but let's not get distracted.

I'm in the school agricultre farm, but it's different to how it's supposed to be. It's in a circular shape, with a heck of alot less space, and I'm walking around the two new cow calfs, while everyone watches. I race to this table about ten steps away, to grab a nose ring. Mitch and greg beat me to it, and steal it, and all the have to say is "There are water balloons on the table' I look over, but there are two only, and they're broken.

-next dream-

I'm in my science class, and my teacher announces that he's opening a space for someone to teach "DEILD."
I'm incredibly excited, and race up to the sheet, to sign up. It asks a few simple questions, particuarly focusing on why you should be doing this job. I want to write down that I've been lucid dreaming for ages, and that I'm very experienced, and far more qaulified that anyone else. Unfortunately, there's always some stupid thing that gets in the way of me writing it. The paper rips, the pen snaps. Suddenly, I decide to just teach a lesson. I write up "lucid dreaming" Draw a line with an arrow, and write "awareness" (How Ironic xD) I pretty much just teach some random stuff.

-next dream-

I'm in school, and suddenly I know that there's going to be a massive earthquake. I see my HPE teacher running towards the building, and I go the other way around the school canteen. I can't run right, and I'm basically just taking massive slow motion steps. I finally make it to the building I want, and race up the stairs. (I'm where my form room is, with a balcony kind of thing) I burst into the room across from my form, and try to snatch a portal gun. The whole place starts shaking violently all of a sudden, and stuff is flung everywhere. I desprately reach for a gun, and finally get it. I run outside, and shoot a orange portal all the way down the massive drop from the top. I shoot a blue portal into the wall, and race through it. I'm on the ground, and I run into this building, and jump onto a table until the shaking gets less violent, and eventually stops. I sit down at the table, and there's some other people there I know. "What would you like to eat?" The waiter says, completely oblivious to what just happend. I look at him, like he's crazy, and he walks off. I look left, and sitting at the end of our table is this old woman. "Are you okay?" I ask worried. "I'm fine" she says "I just don't remember where I live" I suspect she has a mental illness, probably dementia. She pulls out a calculator, and says "I should be able to find my way back with this, I just need batteries" I nod. (Because everyone knows old people can find there way home with calculators)
I pick up this remote on my table, ready to take the batteries out of it, when a nosy couple at the next table hand her some small batteries. I take them and examine them, they say "A." "They're to small" I point out. They give me a dirty look, and walk off.

A friend I know is sitting on my bed, legs underneath her, she tells me she's intrested in lucid-ness. I say "What, like dreams"?
She nodds, and hands me her dream journal, I never get the chance to look at it. I reach under my pillow for my dream journal, identical to hers, and hand it to her.